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Nigga we not playing he tried to rob and that's when them shots rang
I got up and got things bitch I remember I used to be boxed in
That nigga not

mine
Big booty with some brown hair and some lipstick
Ouuu my shorty hella fine
Nigga rob from me he got shot up in his fucking leg
Now he walkin' just

Fuck what you heard man them young niggas turn up
Bnb in da a with the hoes and my feet up
Try to rob me bet that lil boy get put up
Dissin' the gang

bought her a computer
I might fuck a bitch with no ankles
But I still maneuver no mobile banking
I'ma fuck around and rob the Uber
I just saw my Uber
Now I

the corner
Rob your ass, get them duffle bags And full them up with dollars
Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough
Tell that lil boy he pussy, he

and fat?
Because by asking for salt you’re only proving that fact

You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna

You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,

Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her, We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature Bullets heat you up leave you running with

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

I pull up with two glocks, kick yo door, we don't knock
Got that sweeper, don't get mopped
Where yo stash, what you got
You lil hoe gave the drop

a bitch, that’s clearly miserable, aye
So worried about a nigga, uhh
Tighten up lil bitch
You’ll, never, ever, find a vibe like this, uhh
You can forget

bitch say
She like my lil song o yeah
She like my lil dance oh yea
She becoming a fan o yea
Make ha pay only fans
Niggas sit back we just scheming

still be thuggin lil nigga
I can't not put down the Glock 
All of my niggas is on it (On it)
All of my niggas is hungry (hungry)
Fuck is you talkin about

Stackin' i'm the king of my city
I'm the king of Saint Louis
Showing ya'll the difference from
All ya'll other lil niggas out there
Yeah
We need all

Hold up lil bitch
I need my chips
They say why you working
Cause i aint rich

Tell by my walk im the shit
My raps tight just like a gift
Niggas is

he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that

niggas
Cause I can make y'all my lil fans and I ain't lacking for you niggas
I be going to the hood and I just chill right by the store
Aye crack feins

gunfire 
Ain’t no witnesses because everybody dien
And ain’t nobody riding for me so I stay by it 
And all this pillow talk got lil nigguhs riding, knock

ain't got no fans
Heard he got a lil' .38 now he macho man (Hmm)
And once she leave with me that is not yo bitch
You know I be coming with the cheese that

for my rollie, nigga it's stolen
Pullin up with a brand new choppa, I just seen my ex walk by
Yea lil bitch I'm finna rob her, broke ass bitch don't got

Don't compare me to these rappers, talentless artist
Finna end careers when they should've started
First on the list go by the name of Youngsta
Hit

dead by dawn (ill be dea-a-a-ad)
I'll be dead by dawn!
She wanna take her a flick lil bih I got the ricks
Look at my tool make him do a flip
Yeah!
I

flash
He a pussy ass boy rob that nigga no mask
Trap trap run up the stash
Call any nigga I bet he wont last
This backwood filled wit like 4 different

probably rob yo people
Yeah I slime with my bro yea I'm with my people
Bitch I hit up yo block with that desert eagle
And I had to gang bang like lil Wayne